#ty yyy

[wlloverrrrxoxo]

alfabet motylków

a-ana

b-będe wychudzona

c-C-H-U-D-A

d-duma z samej siebie kiedy schudn

e-ekstremalne diety

f-fatspo

g-głodówki

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i-ilość kalorji

j-jwbać jedzenie

k-kalorje

l-liczenie kalorji

m-mia

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o-omad

p-pomiary ciała

r-redukcja tkanki tłuszczowej

s-spalanie kalorji

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t-tłuszcz

u-ugw

w-wymiotowanie

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y-yyy ty serio tyle zjesz?

z-zdrowotne problemy

ż-żyganie

ib jakiś motylek

[the-arcade-doctor]

+ oh dearly my heart will boom ba boom in the circus performance of the year and I was in a lot more trouble with the music industry and I just had a lot to do and it wasn’t good for you umhgsdk +

< …Please shut up… >

+ sweet carolin, I acquire your soul in a heartbeat as you walk in my arms yyy my soul will never cease being a love for me in this life just for me and you and your beautiful heart to Ty I am forever thankful to have your love for em DLC go mark DMZ Eli stop till fall gay ha am soon tam hall Japanese kayak maribel hardens marinara labels marinara Mancini mention indigenous nationals haven’t sciatica taking kicks ice +

< This is hell. This is actually hell. >

[ what's gotten into him? ]

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[abogue89]

Txt YT

The first

[tapedsleeves]

🦚 - Are there any queer books/shows/etc. that you would suggest?

oh oh oh ok yeah ok ok so.

Books:

- Gideon & Harrow the Ninth. Enemies to lovers to nothing matters if you're not here whatever the fuck that is. GtN & HtN are SO HILARIOUS and SO GOOD and just. So genuinely affecting. Imagine if 3 ten thousand year olds (one of whom is GOD) had a spitehate threesome right in front of you (seventeen) and then you made soup for God and he exploded. - Dreadnought (Nemesis book one) - April Daniels is a trans superhero. I love her, and I hope you will too. - the Darkest Part of the Forest - This was such a lovely twist on the "finding a faerie prince in the forest" plot. - Marriage of Unconvenience. I read this *so long* ago, but basically it's the "have to get married to inherit" marriage of convenience trope. You know what happens. They fall in love. - The Unspoken Name - absolutely LUSH fantasy world(s!!) with so many non-human species, runaways from religious death cults and the sweetest romance between the two... death cult (different ones) refugees. Very delightful. - Perfect on Paper - While there was a lot about this book that i questioned, mostly because the main character was 16 and giving people (solicited) relationship advice based on her non-professional medical (ha) opinion, there was actually a really very lovely bisexual angst plot going on. The MC is in love with her best friend, who's already in a relationship with another girl. She ends up falling for the guy she is helping, and doesn't want to because she feels that being with a guy somehow erases her bisexuality, which as a bi person, in a straight passing relationship... Felt.

Movies:

- The Eagle. Ok look me in the eyes. I know that this is not canonically gay. BUT there is absolutely no way that the climax of this movie makes sense (and also the epilogue) if they're not In Love. don't come at me. - God's Own Country - this movie surprised me SO MUCH. I bought it expecting to be queerbaited. Nope. Not even a little bit. I thought "there's no way this ends happy" and i was wrong about that too. Just. Such a lovely lovely movie. This is definitely in the major rotation for comfort movies. It's not a light movie, but it's just. so fucking hopeful. It's fucking lovely. I don't really watch that much queer cinema, sorry.

Podcasts:

- Horror: The Magnus Archives. the slowest of slow burns, but it's *so central* to the plot and I'm re-listening to it right now and God. The signs show up *so much earlier* than I remember. - Horror: Unwell - Lily and Marisol are *so cute* together. This is just. Really well done all over, I think. - Sci-Fi - The Strange Case of Starship Iris - Violet Liu gets embroiled on a smuggler's ship and a revolutionary plot. Also, Violet's crush in the first episode pans out, but not in the way you expect. Just. This was such a good, short-ish series. - Ars Paradoxica - Time travel shenanigans with an Ace protag. So achy and lovely and good.

I know that there are like, so many more. But I stopped listening to a lot of narrative podcasts or they ended, and I just don't remember them. Or because I switched podcatchers. You know how it is.

Tv:

- Schitt's Creek. Look at me. I know! It's just. It's so fun and easy to watch. It's nice to watch a show where we know that bad things aren't going to happen to characters because the characters are queer, ok? It's just lovely.

Similarly to the movies section, I don't really watch a whole lot of queer tv shows. Not

lgbt+ themed asks

[etchedstars]

22,23,24 for song asks

22 : a joyous song

strawberry blonde - mitski woodland - the paper kites 42 - sage crosby

23 : a song from your childhood

love story - taylor swift ride - twenty one pilots hey soul sister - train

24 : a song associated with a holiday or a special day?

um

oh uh hm uhhhhh

OH I GOT IT OKAY

toy - netta golden boy - nadav guedj היא רק רוצה לרקוד - omer adam & moshe peretz

these are all songs we dance to at camp during shabbats ;)))

:)

i actually have playlists for like . 22 and 23 unintentionally ahah

[fedzkun]

Ask game: 2, 8, 15, please!

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

NOOOOO. My handwriting is ungodly to look at. If I had no choice though, I’ll still do it, since I love writing more than I fear my penmanship.

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

I’ll wholeheartedly write an entire story without action. Dialogue is awesome, and it’ll still go well I think. I mean, transcriptions and letters can also be called dialogue.

It’s very boring to write something that is all action.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

Most of my beloved books are in prime condition. I also take very good care of the spine and I hardly open it all the way, which is difficult but hrrrrngh I like things to last.

No judgement on people who like to dogear or to write on the margins. That’s how they choose to love their books, and as long as they love their books we will always be friends.

[dogmotifs]

hi! xx

i admit I’m scared

i don’t know how to be

i left drinking on the city train

i felt alive for a little while

years ago when i had a chance

songs: i admit I’m scared - Ó, vacation - florist, no woman - whitney, it hurts until it doesn’t - mothers, dancing - mellow fellow

[angstyvylene-i]

hehe flowers and popcorn I’m giving to u goes brrr 🌸🍿🌸🌸🍿🌸🌸🍿🌸🌸🌸🌸🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

Crunches on the popcorn munches on the flowers crunch crunch ^_^!!!!!!!!!!!! Crunhc

[dirhwangdaseul-archived]

This really is what encapsulates what YYY has done, this should be ridiculous, I shouldn't be able to fucking give myself away and immerse myself so deeply on account of this fucking over the top scene: there's CGI background with controls and a view of the earth and comets passing by, they're both dressed in the most ridiculous astronaut uniforms I've ever seen, and the cherry on top THEY'RE CONFESSING THEIR LOVE AND MAKING A PROMISE TO EACH OTHER.

And I believed the setting because I believed EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. WORD. Like this is top notch work, they made it work, they just made it work because they really worked their actors to give themselves to this, I cried while this was happening ffs, like sometimes it's so clear when a director doesn't understand microexpresisons or pushing the actors to actually respect the journey of the characters, past tics and dreams and ofc not even showing regret for past pain and actually acknowledging which the scene does exactly before this line.

It's just fucking incredible how much work and love was put into every single scene and how they all weren't adjacent jokes and things to forget once the storm is over, they all amounted to creating a true reality for the characters, they are used to weird shit but they still react to it in such human ways, and most important and most human: how it makes this people, this community, grow closer together with every happenstance.

It's such a fucking conundrum in my head to find so much care and love and professionalism in such an insane show, I'm a mess tbh, I'm still processing what this six episodes amount to, because I do feel it's big that in such a short time they made their place in the BL world and with such integrity and creativity and care for what the genre means for them and could mean for the future.

Ty YYY. And ty Yaoi gods. 🙏🏽😢 ♥

[tyoffee]

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[forbidding-souda]

YAYAAAYAYAYAYAYATATATYAYAYAYAYYAAA!!!!!!!YYY!!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 thank you for all the attention and care put into the requests 😳🥺🥺🥺

AND I'VE MISSED YOU TOO. UEUEUE ( crying )

Ty so much 🥰🥰🥰!! 👉👈👉👈💕💕😭

Thx for everything <3 + I screamed in the hallway when I saw your answer ❤❤

💝💖💗💝❤💝❤💗💝💖💝💖💝❤💗💝💖

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— 🐭🌙

hey hey hey thank you lovie >:) thank you for lingering around this blog! Your presence is ever appreciated

[hexpea]

Ch. 3 - Hoodie

When you arrived home you quickly changed out of your wet clothes and turned on your nearby space heater. Sure, spring was coming in rapidly, but being wet in fifty degree weather was painful.  You made yourself some tea and settled into your desk chair, dimmed your lights, and powered on your computer.  As it booted up you stared over at Choso's hoodie which was hung up on a peg on the back of your bedroom door. You flattened your lips in thought before standing up once more and grabbing it.

While still standing at the door, you felt the hoodie. Since arriving home it was nearly dry. You contemplated again for another moment before bringing it to your nose. You took in a deep breath; the woodsy, smoky scent filling your nostrils. You closed your eyes to envision him: slouching with his hands in his pockets, the unamused look on his face, and the way he got on your nerves.

"YYY/NNN!!!" Your mother burst into your room, catching you in the act. "What do you think of-?" You dropped the hoodie on the floor immediately in response to her sudden presence. She was holding a pastel pink bow in her hands.

"Ever think of knocking?!" You protested, face becoming as red as a lobster.

"Sorry, sweetie," she chuckled and looked at the garment on the floor. She gasped. "Is that from a boy?!" Her voice escalated with excitement.

"No!" You quickly shouted. "Well...yes...but it's not like that!" You corrected. She pouted and sighed.

"Anyway, I was thinking of tying these on the back of the chairs during the reception. What do you think?" She held up the satin ribbon.

"Yeah...yeah, real nice," you nodded, running a hand through your hair as you composed yourself.

"Open up!" She declared, beginning to exit your room. "You'll need a date for the wedding after all. Running out of time!" You could tell how giddy she was about getting married again. It made your heart feel full seeing her so happy. You could care less about Noritoshi, but at least she was happy.

"Running out of time, my ass," you grumbled, picking up the hoodie and shutting the door behind her.

You sat on the edge of your bed with the hoodie in one hand and your phone in the other. You pressed the fabric to your nose once more, casually breathing in its scent. You opened your messages and looked at the short conversations you had with Choso. It was all just planning to meet for the project or what notes there were in class, nothing more.  You hit the back button to view all of your messages and clicked on another from one of your other friends.

Hey You busy on july 15?

You texted them, figuring you'd rather get the date thing out of the way. You stood up as you waited for a response and slipped the hoodie over your head. You felt shameless in the privacy of your own room. Sure, you disliked Choso but that didn't mean he didn't smell good.

Thats a while away lol Why?

Mahito texted you back after a few minutes. You were perched on your desk chair, the glowing lights illuminating your face from the LED screen more than the dim lights in the room.

Mom's getting married Need a date and she wont leave me alone about it

Oh I see ;)

No. No hito. Not in that way.

You rolled your eyes at Mahito's response. He had always been a flirt with you so you knew that out of all of your friends he'd be the one to quickly accept.

Yeah yeah sure

So youll do it then?

Yeah but we should probably meet up first to make sure we can get the story straight if we're trying to convince everyone we're together

Fine

You answered reluctantly and a few days later decided to meet up with him.  You had met him on campus and he had a lunch set up on a blanket in front of a small pond. You had to admit he put on quite a show for you.

"There you are!" He greeted, standing up from his cross-legged position on the ground.

Before you had a moment to greet him, he had snatched you up in a bone crushing hug. He was always one to radiate jolly, positive energy and that was one of the reasons why you happily called him friend.

"Hey, Mahito," you finally greeted while sitting down with him.

"Made your favorite," he smiled, nudging you with an elbow.

You picked up one of the sandwiches and took a bite, melting at the flavor. You smiled and nodded as you swallowed up the big bite you had taken.

"You never disappoint," you said through a full mouth.

The two of you continued your pleasant lunch under the warm sunshine. The light breeze made it all the more enjoyable as the fresh spring air refreshed your pores. Usually you'd be quite chilly in this type of weather, but the black hoodie you had been wearing religiously kept you warm. You carried light conversation and discussed the wedding in detail. Mahito agreed with you in regard to Noritoshi. He noted that he sounded like a scumbag dad.

"Oh..." you looked in the distance to see the familiar spiky hair of your classmate. "It's Choso."

"Hmm...I think I've seen him around," Mahito squinted his eyes to get a better look.

At the same time, Choso looked in your direction and quickly noticed you. He began strolling in your direction, taking a drag of his cigarette. He stopped in front of your blanket, looking between the two of you.

"Hey," he looked at you specifically, a slight smirk on his face when he recognized what you were wearing. "Were you ever planning on giving that back, or..." his voice drifted off as he brought the cigarette to his lips again.

"Oh," you seemed startled by his quick response. You then began to remove the hoodie.

"Nah...keep it," he put his hand up to stop you. You then put the fabric back down and blinked at him. "Probably wreaks of you anyway. I've got others." Your face collapsed into a frown by his sudden snarkiness.

"Will you ever not be a dick to me?" You sighed.

"Maybe in your dreams," he said with a sweet, sarcastic smile.

"Just go away," you grumbled, taking another bite from your sandwich as Mahito watched your interaction with a smile on his face.

"As you wish, princess," he gave a crooked smile before turning and walking away. When his feet hit the pavement he dropped his spent cigarette and stepped on it, continuing on his merry way.

Princess. The phrase made your body shiver, again in the way you didn't want. The way it fell from his tongue was velvety, and the way his eyes met yours...your nerves just didn't know what to do with the feeling.

"What a dick," Mahito chuckled with your classmate now gone, "you mentioned you were working on a project with him? How much of that has he done?"

"He's actually been an active participant, though not the greatest," you admitted, "but I'd say it's a good sixty forty between the two of us."

"At least there's that," Mahito agreed, "more than I'd expect out of a guy like him."

You concluded your lunch with your friend, feeling more on the same level for the wedding. You were relieved to at least have that off your back in regard to your mother's nagging. She was always so proud of how well you did in school, but she noticed how empty your expression was - thinking that someone could fill that void. When you attended your next class with Choso, you reminded yourself not to wear his sweater which had begun smelling less and less like him - devaluing it to you. You had decided to wash it, fold it up, and slip it into your backpack.

"Here," you placed the folded sweater on the tabletop. He looked down at the fabric and took a sniff.

"At least it's clean," he smirked, shoving it into his backpack and taking out his laptop. "Any reason why you decided to return it nearly a week later?" You knew exactly what he was prying into and you weren't having any of it.

"Bad memory," you gave your poor excuse and a small, annoyed sound came from his lips as he sat back in his chair.

"Liar," he mumbled, typing quickly into his computer.

"Am not!" Your voice went a little higher than you wanted which caught a few nearby eyes of your classmates.

"Please," he rolled his eyes in your direction, sassy smile still perched on his face.

"What are you implying?" You grouched, clenching your fist on the top of the desk.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," he flattened his lips and maintained focus on his screen.

He then reached back down in his backpack and pulled out an orange pill bottle with the label clearly torn off. A few pills sat in the bottom of it. He shook them forward and spilled one of them into his palm, throwing his head back and swallowing.

"What are you doing?" You asked in a hush. You had been tempted to grab his wrist before he popped it into his mouth, but he was too quick.

"None of your business," he repeated the familiar phrase and slouched in his chair as if waiting for some sort of affect to take over.

"I'm not waking you up if you pass out," you crossed your arms in an attempt to reject defeat as the professor began to drone on for the day's lecture.

You kept your peripheral vision on him throughout the class. He began fidgeting after some time, fixing his posture and pinching the top of his pants to pull them down as if to get a bit more comfortable - as if the clothing was restricting him or if he were itchy. Your eyes widened as he grabbed the bottle once more, swallowing another one down. Being in the back of the class helped his case, no one had their eyes on you both. Even the professor was too interested in the course content to pay attention to his strange movements.

"Choso..." you tried to whisper as he swallowed down the second. He looked at you quickly, pupils tiny in the middle of his brown eyes. This sent you aback as you maintained eye contact. He blinked hard a couple of times before returning his focus to the laptop in front of him, typing slowly to a point of almost individually picking the keys.

That was when it happened. Choso quickly lost consciousness and his head slammed down on his keyboard. Similarly to the library, one of the keys began rapid firing onto the screen. The entire class turned back to look at him. You knew you had to take charge...

"Sorry!" You stood up and leaned him back, his head falling backward - Adam's apple sharply protruding from his neck based on its position. "He has that one condition where he randomly passes out...ya' know...narcolepsy...I'll help him, please continue!" You gathered up his and your things as quickly as possible.

You were able to nudge him awake enough to get him out into the hallway and on a wooden bench. As soon as you plopped him down he passed out again. You slapped his cheeks to keep him awake but it just wasn't working.

"Choso, please wake up...this isn't funny," you were nearly panicking.

"Hmm..." he finally responded a bit. His eyelids looked heavy as his eyes met yours. He placed a heavy hand on your shoulder as you sat beside him. He used that weight to drag himself up. "I think...I flew a bit...too close to...the sun." His words were incredibly slow as if it were work to form the words with his lips.

"What were you thinking?" You scolded as he slowly came to, still obviously dealing with the effects of the drugs. "What is that stuff?!"

"None of your business," he grumbled, placing a hand to his forehead. "Huge headache..." he went to reach for his backpack that you had placed on the floor in front of him.

"No," you snapped, grabbing his wrist before he could reach for it again. "No more of that." You took the backpack and found the bottle, examining the remaining pills as if you could even tell what they were. You then shoved them into your own bag to dispose of later.

"Hey, I paid a good price for those," he furrowed his brow and tried to slowly reach over you for your belongings.

"Stop it!" You pushed him back on the bench. "I'm missing class because of you!"

"No one asked you to," he slurred, "just go back in."

"Not when you're like this, you idiot!" You wanted to slap him as he slouched there, palms open atop his thighs as his chest slowly rose and fell. Something about him felt so innocent though you couldn't pinpoint it. Your front brain thought him to be too much of an asshole to even try and consider what you found potentially innocent about his character.

"You don't care about me," he stood up carefully, reaching down to grab his things, "just leave me alone." He walked forward and pressed the button for the elevator instead of usually taking the stairs. You joined him as the doors opened up. "You don't like to listen, do you?"

"I'm not going to leave you alone in this state," you scoffed, "I at least need to make sure you make it home okay." He stayed silent though you knew he wanted to protest.

You followed him all the way to the station, took the same train, and followed him home. The house you stopped in front of was quite large for its location, close to downtown and smushed between other homes. You couldn't believe such a guy lived in a place like this. Daddy's money, you thought.

"Alright, I'm home now. Will you leave me be?" He grumbled, now more sober than he was back on campus.

"Fine," you sighed, "I'm going to call you later to make sure you're still okay."

"And I won't pick up," he answered in a sing-songy voice. "Just because you have my number doesn't mean you should use it."

"UGH!" You audibly shouted, spinning and walking down the sidewalk. "Dealing with you is like dealing with a toddler!" You turned for a moment to shout behind you.

"Yeah, yeah," he waved you on as he began entering the home. Spoiled brat, you thought.

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Emma do Pamiętnika

Drogi Brusie,

Och, Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. Nawet nie masz pojęcia (ponieważ jesteś pamiętnikiem i nigdy nie opuszczasz domu). Spędziłam dzień wśród Przyziemnych. Nie byle jakich Przyziemnych. Turystów. Biorąc wszystko pod uwagę, wolę jednak przeklętą, nawiedzoną posiadłość, dzięki.

Kiedy pisałam ostatnim razem, dowiedzieliśmy się, że według Ducha!Ruperta jakiś przeklęty przedmiot znajduje się w domu Herondale’ów przy Curzon Street, tutaj w Londynie. Niestety nie wiemy nic o kolejnych lokalizacjach, co będzie sporym problem, bo linie geomantyczne są, no wiesz, liniami, więc obiekty mogą znajdować gdziekolwiek wzdłuż nich. Ale po kolei.

Okazało się, że National Trust organizuje wycieczki po domu przy Curzon Street… i zakładam, że dawni Herondale’owie byli na tyle mądrzy, że pozbyli się, a przynajmniej rzucili urok na wszystko, co za bardzo kojarzy się z Nocnymi Łowcami. Reklamują dom jako odtworzenie „typowego edwardiańskiego domu”, co odpowiada czasom, które nas interesują. Przebraliśmy się w stroje Przyziemnych – Jules znalazł świetną vintage’ową koszulkę z Sex Pistols w Odlotowych Komnatach Miłości Arthura i Andrew Blackthornów – i kupiliśmy bilety na wycieczkę następnego dnia o 14.

Ze zwiedzania domu dowiedzieliśmy się, że styl edwardiański wyglądałby całkiem nieźle we współczesnym domu! Jest delikatny i zwiewny, do tego stonowane kolory, super wzorzyste materiały i tak dalej. Och, dowiedzieliśmy się również, że styl edwardiański kompletnie ominął Tatianę Blackthorn, ponieważ wszystko w Domu Blackthornów jest przeciwieństwem delikatności i zwiewności. Julian zauważył, że pewnie zostawiła dom w takim stanie, w jakim był w chwili śmierci jej ojca. Natomiast bardzo podobał mi się dom przy Curzon Street, był taki przytulny. Zrobiłam nawet zdjęcie tapety i zamierzam zapytać Tessę, czy pamięta, kto ją wykonał i, yyy, czy nadal można ją kupić. Co się z nami stało? Remontujemy dom. Czuję się tak staro.

Wycieczka się udała, tak mi się wydaje, poznaliśmy mnóstwo szczegółów o epokach, wytwórcach i meblach. Ludzie zadawali niedorzeczne pytania – jedna z amerykańskich par chciała wiedzieć, gdzie jest pianino, a kiedy przewodniczka wyjaśniła, że niestety nie ma żadnego pianina, wkurzyli się i powiedzieli, że we wszystkich edwardiańskich domach były pianina i w tym także musi być, przewodniczka tak jakby przeprosiła i kontynuowała oprowadzanie. Było niezręcznie i czułam się zawstydzona z powodu ludzi z mojego kraju.

Jednak przeważnie nie zwracałam na to wszystko uwagi. Dom okazał się wystarczająco interesujący. Wszędzie perskie dywany! Szachownica z kości słoniowej! Ocynkowa wanna! Och, był również oprawiony afisz z tamtych czasów, gdy najwyraźniej wisiał w jakimś klubie Podziemnych, wyglądał super. Ale co najważniejsze, żadna z tych rzeczy nie została zaczarowana przez Tatianę.

Spędziłam większość czasu rozglądając się za tym, co wyraźnie by wskazywało, że mieszkali tu Nocni Łowcy. Jedyne, co zauważyłam, to sporą ilość broni służącą za dekoracje, na co przewodniczka wspomniała, że nie jest to typowe dla tamtej epoki. Oczywiście ty i ja wiemy, Bruce, że broń zawsze jest odpowiednią dekoracją. Ale jak zawsze mawia Julian, czasami urok nie jest potrzebny, ponieważ Przyziemni nie widzą tego, czego nie chcą widzieć. Na przykład, przewodniczka nawijała o pięknej, jadeitowej rzeźbie stojącej na gzymsie kominka i o tym, że nikt nie wie, co miał przedstawiać jej kształt. A było przecież oczywiste, że miała ona eksponować miecz, który zniknął dawno temu.

W każdym razie my

Och, czekaj.

Miecz wcale nie zniknął. Wiem, co się z nim stało. Leży na toaletce po drugiej stronie pokoju. Widzę go z miejsca, w którym teraz piszę.

Na myśl o tym przeszył mnie dreszcz. Dzisiaj w domu myślałam o ludziach, którzy tam mieszkali, Jamesie Herondale’u i Cordelii Carstairs, ale szczerze mówiąc nie czułam z nimi emocjonalnej więzi, kiedy przebywałam w tamtym domu. Może to dlatego, że wszystkie rzeczy osobiste zabrano stamtąd, zanim dom stał się muzeum. Ale również dlatego… że ich nie znałam. Tessa i Jem owszem, Magnus i może inni czarownicy także, nie mam pojęcia. Ale ja nie i nigdy ich nie poznam.

Wiesz jednak, kto jeszcze ich znał? Cortana. Żałuję, że nie zabrałam jej tam ze sobą. (Ale nieeeee, Julian powiedział, że możemy wziąć tylko taką broń, którą uda się całkowicie zamaskować.) A gdyby przewodnik wycieczki okazał się Eidolonem, który na nas czyhał? Musiałabym zmierzyć się z nim nożem mniejszym od tego, którym obieram jabłka. Chociaż byłby to Eidolon ze sporą wiedzą o antykach. W KAŻDYM RAZIE, mieliśmy znaleźć tam kolejny przedmiot, więc pozwól mi dokończyć.

Znajdowaliśmy się w jednej z gościnnych sypialni i przyglądaliśmy się zdobieniom na łóżku, albo czemuś podobnemu. Przewodniczka pokazywała jakieś przedmioty leżące na stoliku nocnym, a Sensor zaczął wariować.

Przewodniczka spojrzała na mnie złowrogo. „Proszę wyłączyć telefon”, powiedziała, po czym cała grupa wyszła do następnego pokoju, a ja udawałam, że próbuję znaleźć moją komórkę w niesamowicie brzydkiej saszetce. Jules wziął Senson, który zaprowadził nas do… pozytywki stojącej na parapecie. Bardzo brzydkiej pozytywki. Cóż, może nie była brzydka. Przesadnie ozdobiona, pokryta różnymi drobiazgami, aż za bardzo jak na pozytywkę. Była tam również figurka małpki. Sporo tego. Mniejsza z tym, był to idealny przykład wiktoriańskiej bla bla bla, jak również przedmiot przeklęty przez Tatianę i, jak sądzę, ktoś lubił ją na tyle, żeby ją znaleźć i przynieść ją tutaj???

Po tym wszystkim musieliśmy poczekać, aż wycieczka ruszy dalej, my rzucimy urok, zabierzemy pozytywkę, wymkniemy się stąd i będziemy mieć nadzieję, że żadna z pracujących tu osób nie ma Widzenia. Na szczęście go nie mieli. Teraz mamy pozytywkę do pokazania Rupertowi rano i o którą musimy zapytać Tessę. Mam nadzieję, że nie należała do niej, ani nic podobnego. Wydaje mi się, że ma lepszy gust.

Okej, dosyć na dzisiaj, Bruce. Muszę wziąć Cortanę, żebym miała ją w zasięgu ręki leżąc na łóżku. Julian stale drażni się ze mną, kiedy tak robię, ale dzisiaj wydaje mi się to właściwe. Pogadamy później.

Emma